The False Lover the Culun
Chapter 46. Beautiful Lecturer The Boss's Lover
#Sherina POV#
It was so hard to open my two closed eyes this morning, but the sunlight managed to break through the window of the room whose curtains had been opened and disturbed my deep sleep.
Exposed, I repeat the word in my mind.
Who has revealed the curtain? Where am I?
Not wanting to be overwhelmed with confusion, I immediately played the recording of last night's events recorded by my brain.
Holy hooch! Last night Gibran and I returned from Bali early, I cried in my heart.
Does that mean we both had a night together? Like ... like .. like ...
With my eyes still closed I shook my head, do not let things happen that should not have happened.
Cup.
A kiss landed on my frowning forehead. Finally my bead of eyes gave up, both of them opened perfectly.
“What do you think so early baby?” gibran's baritone voice forced me to open my eyes.
His slap.
I was bewitched by the charm of the man before me. Truly the creation of this one God is so charming, neat appearance complete with his suit adds to his good looks many times.
I'm grateful that such a beautiful sight spoiled both my beads this morning.
“Sayang ...” reprimand.
“So your forehead frowned, I don't know what you were thinking and now you're daydreaming.”
“What is so interesting to you, hemm?” tanyakanya.
YOU!! My screams but I can only do it in my heart.
Netraku scan around the room with shades of blue and gray.
“Are we in your room?” my many.
Gibran nodded confirming my guess.
Now that I was no longer lying down, I turned my position into sitting and leaning on the headboard.
“When do we get to?” my many.
“At 2 am,” replied Gibran.
“Then what time is it?” my many.
“At 7 am,” replied Gibran briefly.
“Did I fall asleep during that?” gumamku.
“Actually what is troubling your mind dear?” tanyakanya.
I'm mumbling.
How can I ask Gibran about my concerns about what could have happened last night.
Having no answer from me, Gibran moved from his place.
Fucked my forehead, “Today I have to leave early because there is a meeting.”
“But I will take you first to campus,”. “Prepare faster baby, I'll prepare breakfast.”
Gibran stepped away to the door. The door was already open but before his figure had completely left the man's room turned around.
“Sayang ... relax,” he said.
“Whatever's on your mind it doesn't happen.”
His gaze was directed towards the top of the sofa on which there were pillows and blankets.
“Actually I'd love to sleep and hug you all night,” he admitted.
“But I paused because I'm not sure if I can survive just by sleeping.”
After Gibran said that, my cheeks hinted in embarrassment. I finally calmed down.
“Thank God, everything is still awake to this day,”.
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I'm ready with my shirt, blazer and skirt. I checked once again my appearance on the large mirror in Gibran's room before I finally went out and joined the owner of the apartment playing his dress at the dinner table.
Gibran prepared two loaves of bread he had smeared with blueberry jam and a glass of milk as well as a cup of coffee.
“Sorry dear, I can only prepare bread for breakfast.”
“What's wrong Gibran .. This breakfast is enough for me,” reply.
I've had the worst breakfast. Not even breakfast is familiar to me. My inner.
“Siang later I will be out of town taking care of something,” he said.
I stopped my chewing activities.
“Out of town? How many days are you going?” my many.
We've just been in love, but Gibran has to go. What if I miss him? My monologue is in my heart.
“Tomorrow I will return, don't miss me too much,” he replied.
“Confidence once you,” elakku.
“I'm sure you'll miss me baby, because I will too. I will miss you so much,” he said.
“I hope that when I come home tomorrow, you will get used to calling me dear,”.
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Overnight flights require each passenger not to activate his or her phone. Since then my phone has been inactive and this morning I just reactivated it.
Miscellaneous congratulations are now flooding my short message app.
Most pray that my love and Gibran will last forever, which I assure you in my heart.
“What does this mean? How do they know about our relationship?” my many.
Gibran smiled, the man looked much calmer. It was different for me to start panicking.
“Night someone uploaded our photo on the University website. Photos of when we were at the party that night,” he replied.
“I don't want the news to be confusing, so last night I made a clarification about the news that justifies our relationship.”
“It looks like the article has been published, which is why everyone is now giving us congratulations.”
Gibran's explanation makes me impatient to skate in cyberspace.
And when the site managed to open, the two netraku widened to see the news that became a news hotline.
News titled “Beautiful lecturer, lover of young master" has gained thousands of likes and thousands of comments. Most come from heartbroken college students after the owner of their idol-turned-university has now had a heart patch.
I was so surprised to see the title of the article that contained news about our relationship.
Young master's lover? Pretty lecturer?
“Who created this article?” tanyaku.
“I.” Gibran replied, bragging.
“Gibraaaaaan!!!!” I screamed, holding back my irritation at him.
Doesn't this guy know if his actions will make me very embarrassed while on campus later.
But it was too late, I just had to prepare for the reaction of the thousands who had seen the post.
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Not yet calm campus atmosphere due to the news released by the young master, this afternoon I returned to be the source of the commotion that occurred on campus.
It all happened because of Harsya, my best friend, who came to visit me on campus.
My phone again unceasingly received short messages from some of my students and some female lecturers.
All because of the presence of Harsya who claimed to be my best friend to everyone she asked when she wanted to see me earlier.
“So what makes Mother Lecturer pout like this, hmm?” Harsya asked when she was in my room.
I only squinted at handsome men who lately continue to be hailed by women of all ages, not least with many of my students.
“Did you and Gibran make a pact to make my life unsettled today?” I asked with a ketus on Harsya.
I saw that my best friend's forehead was frowning, I understood that now he was confused by my attitude that was suddenly not friendly to him.
Without replying, with the palm of his hand that he placed on my forehead, the man was like a father checking his daughter's body temperature.
“You don't have Sherin fever, your body temperature is normal,” he said.
“Not hot nor cold,” he added.
“But I know what makes you angry is not clear like this,”.
“You must be upset that Gibran went out of town, right?” guess Harsya.
Both of Harsya's eyebrows went up and down as if asking for my approval.
“Sotoy!!!” my reply.
“Why should I be upset when Gibran goes out of town,” my elak.
I deliberately stood from my chair, to be able to align my body height with the height of Harsya who sat in the corner of my work table.
“I'm glad Gibran left,” I said in a whisper.
“That means you and I are free to go anywhere. There is no Gibran with all his rules that have defeated the law,” I continued accompanied by laughter.
“What did you say? Are you sure you're happy if Gibran leaves?” ask Harsya again.
I nodded, “Hemm .. The most important thing is that I can enjoy my own time.”
After I finished saying Harsya sneakily showed her the screen of her phone that had just recorded what I said.
“Harsya!!” my peek.
“Tract me to the salon of the beautiful Lecturer Bu, the lover of the young master,” bargain Harsya.
“Then this voice recording will be deleted soon?”
“You blackmailed me? Fuck-nut best friend,” umpatku.
“So can we go now Miss beautiful lecturer lover young master?” candelessly.
“Alright, this time you win.”
Me and Harsya walked side by side out of my room, and it again invited the attention of many students.
That's how me and Harsya, although because each busy makes our meeting time decreases, but when we meet there is never a sense of awkwardness.
I've always been lucky to have Harsya.
His presence today was helpful enough to distract me when I missed Gibran.
Apparently Gibran's right if I'm gonna miss him. My complaint is in my heart.
“What's he doing there? Does he miss me too?” gumamku.
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